Jovens Transam Em Público Em Plena Luz Do Dia

Bertie, Lord Bartram had been one of my stockbroking clients and one morning in early 1930 his daughters Julia and Petunia, whom I had met briefly during my dealings with Bertie managed to track me down me at my new workplace the office attached to the club premises above 23 to 28 Bond Sreet,

“Hello, this is an unexpected pleasure,” I ventured. “No,” she said. “Ten as soon as I stick my cock up you and what ever extra you can make in the morning,” I explained. “Ah money first,” Julia reminded me. “It’s your fault” Julia added, “He mortgaged the estate to buy the shares you sold him,”

“Er I haven’t sold anyone anything for ages,” I replied, “I believe he went with Hobbs Barnard when I closed down and if I remember correctly I told him to reduce his exposure and sell not buy, I certainly never recommended borrowing to buy shares.”

“I don’t believe you, you swindled him! “It’s a little game, one poke each, then two, then three and if you cheat you have to go back to one,” I explained, “But we won’t do that today